Yuck. Valentine's Day is my anniversary, too. I've been dreading it since the week H left. If I weren't preggo, I'd go out to eat by myself at my favorite romantic restaurant and down an entire bottle of Merlot all by myself.
I've had those thoughts, too: H already has a Valentine lined up, and the idea used to make me sick. Until I realized that he's human, too. He may be with her, but he'll be thinking about me. Yeah, he may be thinking: "That b*tch W of mine," but hey, at least he's thinking of me, right???
At least it's on a Tuesday this year and not, like, Friday or Saturday. That would *really* suck. And we'll make it through this holiday just like we made it through the others: Knowing this will be the hardest time ... next year things are bound to be a lot different. We'll be much stronger emotionally, if nothing else!
